To a Singer My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, forever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses! Till, like one in slumber …
Music
Parallel Lines
Joy “Don’t cry, it's only music,” someone’s voice is saying. “No one you love is dying.” It’s only music. And it was only spring, the world’s unreasoning body run amok, like a saint’s, with glory, that overwhelmed a young girl into unreasoning sadness. “Crazy,” she told herself, “I should be dancing with happiness.” But it happened again. It happens when we make bottomless …
Melt Your Mind
Fact or Fik-Shun? Absolutely love the joyous playful experimental energy of this freestyle dancing via Fik-Shun (Dushaunt Stegall). What an awesome expression of body-mind-world ~ music-mind-chi continuity it is ... Not to mention the fact that he seems to have found a way to transcend (or deeply befriend) the laws of space-time. Enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mg6-SnUl0A0 …